They Want Me Back When It’s Too Late
Fast Life 387
bChapter 387 /b
At the clinic, Wesley had just finished counselling Jessica over the phone when the receptionist informed him of Brian’s visie
‘What a coincidence?‘ Wesley thought. Raising an eyebrow, he said to the receptionist, “Show him into my officei.” /i
It was a good thing Brian came on his own, as it saved Wesley the trouble of having to chase him downter. A minuteter, Brian pushed open bthe /boffice door and stepped inside, looking slightly dishevelled.
“Please, have a seat,” Wesley said, cing a freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of him. Without wasting a moment, he asked, “Did you go see Ms. Grant beforeing here?”
Just as Brian’s fingers brushed the cup, he heard those words and frowned. “Was it that obvious?”
He thought maybe he had let his dejection show too clearly after Jessica rejected him, and Wesley had seen right through it.
“Not exactly,” Wesley exined, telling him the truth. “Right before you came in, I had just gotten off the phone with her. She sounded really upset, and after I probed a little, I realized it probably had something to do with you.”
At these words, Brian’s frown deepened, and he protested, “But I really didn’t do anything.”
He then recounted in detail what had happened that morning when he went to see Jessica, asking Wesley to help him figure out what he might have done wrong. Even Wesley couldn’t help but frown as he listened.
If everything Brian said was true, then even if Jessica hadn’t been moved, she shouldn’t have gotten angry. Wesley was quite certain Jessica hadn’tpletely moved on from Brian.
“This is odd,” Wesley said, absentmindedly twirling his pen as he cautiously analyzed with Brian what might be going on in Jessica’s mind.
Brian listened intently, asionally exchanging thoughts with Wesley. By the end of their discussion, they both agreed to leave things as they were for now and observe for a while before deciding whether to adjust the treatment n.
After leaving Wesley’s office, Brian headed straight to hispany.
Meanwhile, Madeline, who had been tailing him the whole time, quickly snapped a photo as he got out of the car and entered the building. She then doctored the photo to make it look like she had dropped him off at work and immediately sent it to Jessica.
Madeline thought triumphantly, ‘This is going to piss her off so much.’
Sure enough, when Jessica saw the photo, she was livid.
That evening, when Jessica returned home, she ran into Brian, who had used the excuse of taking their child to art ss. Without hesitation, she mmed the door shut in his face.
Brian and Jake stood frozen outside, staring at the closed door in bewilderment. Finally, Jake broke the silence. “Daddy, what did you do to make Mommy mad this time?”
Jake thought to himself, “When Daddy wasn’t home these past two days, all I had to do was act a little pitiful and Mommy would call me over for dinner.
‘Whenever I mentioned Daddy, she wouldn’t interrupt me too. One time, she even asked when he wasing back.
‘Evenst night, when I invited Mommy toe with me to pick Daddy up todayi, /ishe didn’t reject me right away. S turning me down.
cated bfor /bba /bfew seconds before
‘At that time, I really thought Mommy was finally warming up to Daddy and me, I was so excited and was just waiting for Daddy toe home bso /bbwe /bcould keep trying to win her over.
‘But the moment Daddy came back, Mornmy mmed the door right in his face.‘
Thinking about it now, Jake couldn’t help but shoot Brian a look bfull /bof disappointment. “Daddy, you’re hopeless
“Watch your mouth,” Brian snapped, ruffling his son’s hair in exasperation. He let out a frustrated sigh, staring at the tightly bshut /bdoor.
He knocked a couple more times, but when he realized Jessica didn’t want to see him, he had no choice but to take Jake home with him first. Once there he called Wesley.
The phone rang for quite a while before Wesley finally picked up, asking,
“What is it?”
Brian could hear loud car horns ring in the background, and he asked, “Dr. Finch, you’re still not home yet?”
AD
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